Ya Werewolf/shifter Romance Novels & Stories

Kyle asked with a deadpan expression. "Force? Kyle you know you were born for this and you can't escape it. The Lycans and Werewolf's need a good ruler that will defeat Grey Jang. After the Grey is gone, you can go back to your CEO life." Drew retorted and Kyle glared at him and Drew made the gesture of zipping his mouth and throwing the key away. Grey Jang is a vampire who seeks revenge on Lycans and Werewolf's. Grey claimed that the Werewolf's killed his wife and now seeks revenge. He had a lot of minions which he occasionally sent to the Werewolf territory but the Vampires were defeated by the Werewolfs usually because of numbers advantage.

She’s standing so close to me, I can feel her warm breath on my back. “Training,” I answer gruffly. “All able-bodied Werewolves undergo hard physical training everyday.” “I thought it must be from the shapeshifting. Does it hurt when you shift?” I shake my head and shrug one shoulder. “We get used to it.” “Fascinating,” she says in a breathy whisper. The scent of her arousal is stronger than ever. She’s driving my wolf crazy. I know I should move away and walk out of the hut. I know I should spend the remainder of the night on the other side of the door.

“From what I found out, the Alpha seemed to be searching for some men. I think he found some which were in the pack house and some outside the pack house.” I creased my brie in a frown as I still did not understand what this meant. “So, did you dig deeper about whom these men might be?” “Sure, I did. I found out they all had something to do with a woman named Selene.” “What?” Shane isn't from the pack, so he has no idea who Selene was. "Are you sure of what you just said? I meant are you certain you didn't hear the name wrongly?” “I couldn't have gotten such a bake wrongly. It's common among female Werewolves, since the goddess name is Selene as well.

LORA Okay, so Maya's back in Seattle for some family thing and I'm basically losing my mind trying to juggle everything alone, which is stupid because I did this for THREE YEARS by myself but, somehow having help and then losing it makes everything feel ten times harder. Alex is settled into Crescent Moon Academy which... honestly is amazing but also terrifying because it's like Hogwarts for werewolf kids. Since the development of werewolves differs significantly from that of humans, Alex couldn’t simply attend a regular school.

“They saw us.” Kaela had already shifted mid-step, her white wolf flashing like a blade through the trees. Ronan followed, his own shift ripping through him like lightning. The chase was on. And war was no longer waiting. *** Drop your theories ⬇️ ***

Their tiny voices joined the chorus with high-pitched yips that made my heart swell with pride. Four voices merged into one family song, carried by the night breeze across their territory—a melody of belonging, of home, of pack bonds formed not by obligation but by choice. I had finally found my true place in the world—not as an unwanted beta in my father's pack or as Axel's rejected mate, but as an alpha female in my own right, cherished for exactly who I was. As the moon began its descent, I and Dominic shifted into their wolf forms and raced down the ridge together, silver and black fur gleaming side by side in the moonlight, two wolves running as one across the territory that was now, un

Please. What do you mean?” This time he chuckled. “Oh, little one. It’s simple. Our biology tells when the perfect time to shift is. For wolves it’s between fifteen and sixteen. For vampires we know around thirteen sometimes it’s a bit late coming close to fifteen. Witches and fires shift around seventeen and angels shift sometime between sixteen and eighteen. You still have time. Until your eighteen. Your just not a normal Shifter. You still may be human but you could still be a dark angel. If your special you could be a white angel but there hasn’t been one for hundreds of years so it’s very unlikely.”

Julian’s mouth found mine again, and this time I returned the kiss, clumsy and inexperienced, my movements hesitant but eager. Jace’s lips trailed back to my neck and then lower, his teeth nipping the curve of my breast through the thin fabric of my bra. My back arched, a broken moan escaping my lips, only to be swallowed by Julian’s mouth. My wolf purred inside me, overwhelmed with joy at finally uniting with her mates. The heat in my body began to rise, and a deep throb coursed through my pussy. Just then, Jace slid between my legs, his hands settling on the waistband of my worn panties, slowly pulling it off.

I tried to focus, to pretend nothing had changed, but every time Dante entered the lecture hall, my heart betrayed me. He stood tall and commanding at the front of the room, his presence filling every corner. His eyes found mine more times than I could count, each glance making my skin prickle and my stomach twist. He spoke of werewolves that morning. Their origins. Their strengths. Their bond to the moon. His voice was calm, measured, but every word felt like it was meant for me. “Werewolves,” he said, pacing slowly before the rows of students. “Are born of both myth and blood. They are not mere creatures of instinct, but beings of balance, caught between humanity and something greater.”

“Is that what you do?” “Sure do.” “Shut up,” she said, delighted at this tidbit of information. “What kind?” “Oh, military romance, all the way. Some romantic suspense, maybe the occasional paranormal romance.” She laughed aloud. “Vampires?” “Nope. Shifters. I’m very partial to wolves. Shape-shifting, growling wolves that move in packs.” “Shut up,” she said again. “OK, no. I’m totally lying. I’ve never read a racy romance in the whole of my life. But I had you going for a minute there, huh?”